Beside Her (3)
I got punished.
All because I couldn't even follow the simplest order there was—wait quietly in the room. Because I wanted to be punished like this, I ignored Master's command completely. And so, as was only right and proper, a thoroughly furious Master wrecked me beyond recognition.
"Haa... hah..."
I really thought I was going to break.
Thud. Thud. Thuud.
Shoving that enormous thing all the way into my body—and even when there was nowhere left for it to go, pounding and pounding until he carved out space, crushing my womb flat. Was he trying to kill me? The only reason I lived through it was that I'd spent nearly ten years image-training myself being raped all night by a cock as thick as a forearm. If I hadn't been that kind of woman, I might have died of shock ages ago. Take, for instance... Sua-chan, right there in front of me.
"...Mind if I tug your head a little?"
"...Mmnh..."
A minute ago he hadn't spared me a single word like that—just pounded me like an onahole, wet and relentless—and now, before he even made Sua-chan suck him, he was asking her gently first. Far from feeling slighted, I collapsed face-down on the sofa and squirted slick in little spurts from my gaping hole. Sticky, as if being treated as less than a girlfriend—as a pocket pussy—only made me want to be stuffed even deeper. Blissful, too, the way an abandoned stray is happy to have been thrown out.
"......Mn... gulp... ......"
Right beside me, from inside Sua-chan's throat, came the wet, repeated sound of something being swallowed. Each time she did, that thick cock twitched like a pump, swelling and shrinking by a fraction, while Seo Woojin pressed her head down in little tugs, urging her to take him deeper. I could see her cheeks balloon and then work as she swallowed in time with the sounds. Her brows were still knit tight, as if the taste of semen disgusted her, and yet her tail swayed in a happy little wag, as if she were perfectly content. Watching her gulp him down again and again, throat fluttering, I melted and slumped over the sofa.
By my standards it was still a little unsatisfying. Just barely over the line, maybe. I'd thought Master would like it better if I trained this virgin all the way into something twisted—a bitch who knew nothing but cock—and only then offered her up. But a fresh, unripe look like that was pretty hot in its own right, wasn't it? From his side of things, there had to be a pleasure in teaching her one thing at a time.
Anyway. Sua-chan had been chasing a "sex partner we don't actually have sex with," and I'd shown her just how good it felt to be stuffed and pounded like a rape. Today would sink somewhere deep in her memory and torment her every single day. So for now, this was enough to—
"......?"
...Eh.
Hold on.
Hey, Seo Woojin. Where do you think you're dragging me by the wrist all of a sudden—
Honestly, I think the house itself is pretty clean. Not because I'm the sort of person who keeps things tidy, but because a cleaning service comes through every week. They clear away the bottles I leave everywhere, wipe up the liquor I spill everywhere, and they even run the vacuum I still haven't switched on five times with my own hands. So on an ordinary day it's reasonably neat.
...Except.
"......"
At the threshold of the bedroom, Seo Woojin stopped. He glanced back over his shoulder and let out a thin sigh. The floor in front of the door was drenched in my slick, and that sigh might as well have said it out loud: so you were kneeling right here with your ear pressed to the wood, masturbating to the sounds outside.
...So what.
You're the one who made those filthy noises in the living room. Nyeh, nyeh.
What, I'm not allowed to get myself off while I listen to someone learning how to give head? Not allowed to finger myself to an innocent girl who doesn't know any better, saying I want to be sex partners? If it pisses you off that I bit down on my fingers and rubbed one out instead of your cock, then punish me all over again on the bed.
Pfft heh...
Oh, wait. Is "pisses you off" even the right Korean for that?
...Eh, it probably is.
What does it matter.
I dunnooo.
Woojin turned his head and took one long stride, about half a step wider than he needed, so he wouldn't set a foot on the floor. Because he was leading me by the wrist, I planted mine squarely in the slick that was drying there. It felt like he was trampling my pride underfoot, and that felt good. If he shoved a phone in my face—red REC burning on the screen—and told me to declare, in my own mouth, that I was a toilet, I bet it would feel just like this. If he was ever going to make me do something like that, I wished he'd do it now...
Not while I was playing the naughty little cat who pretends to be drunk and disobeys because she wants to be scolded, but later, once I'd turned into a clingy dog-cat and said all of it out loud with plenty of aegyo. Then, on the day I acted like the film had cut out and I was perfectly fine again, wouldn't he get even more turned on fucking me?
This fucking bitch. Get a drink in her and all she knows is huge-cock sex, but the second she's sober she acts disgusted... I want to drink with her and fuck her like a dog until she sobers up.
Something like that. That kind of feeling.
"Lie down. Get up there."
"...We just did it face-down, so this time on my back?"
"That's part of it. ...And it's easier if we're showing her. Face-down, you'll bury your face in the pillow and moan, won't you?"
"Her... oh."
For a moment I tracked the slipperiness on my soles across the bedroom floor. When I glanced back, there was Sua-chan, stepping lightly, looking utterly lost. I'd been stomping through it on purpose, thinking filthy thoughts, while the pure little virgin couldn't get any further than what is this? Even looking at her as another woman—god, she was stupidly hot. Haa...
"Well then, there's still a whole liter of cum left in there, so... we'll have to do it at least a few dozen more times. Sex."
"Ease up. She might actually believe you."
"...Why? It's not exactly a lie."
That cock, still stiff and flushed with blood. Those balls, still boiling like something about to spill over. I glared at them, squirmed my way up onto the bed, and dragged a pillow over. If my hair got pinned under me it would be quietly miserable, so I wound it around one hand and flopped down.
And then—
"Hey, Sua-chan."
"...H-huh?"
"Over here. Wanna come lie next to me?"
She'd followed me in on her own two feet and then hidden behind us, busy fidgeting with her fingertips. The moment I pointed her out, her ears shot up in a panic, and I called that flustered Sua-chan onto the bed.
"I-I didn't come in here planning to have sex..."
"I know. I know. It's just better right beside us than watching from way over there, isn't it?"
"I'm not trying to watch... I-it's dangerous if he cums inside, so I was going to stay close and drink it when he's about to..."
"Then next to me is even better. If you're far away... he might just pump it all inside me, you know?"
"......"
Easy. So easy. Hand her one decent excuse and look at her—hesitating, then lying down anyway. Well, of course. Nobody sees sex like that from arm's length and stays uninterested. And every manga I'd recommended to her had been hand-picked: nothing but girls getting helplessly fucked.
A friend right beside her, face shoved into the back of the sofa, pounded senseless, and then—spurt, squirt—coming so hard she sprayed?
I guarantee it. The second this girl gets home, she'll spend the whole night masturbating to today. Just like me when I first learned how, she'll type a certain word into some shady little site.
Rape.
Heh heh... Except that one's censored. You won't find it the normal way.
"Then I'll have to use this as a pillow. It's what I usually hug when I sleep..."
"...Ah, you really don't have to worry about me..."
"But I don't want to? I want to let you use it. If I had my way, I'd even go get the massager from the bathroom."
"I-I don't need it...!"
A strong denial is a strong yes, or so they say. When I was learning Korean I thought, what kind of nonsense expression is that—but right now it fit well enough. Sua talked like she was angry, and yet her body was lying perfectly still on the bed. As if she couldn't wait to watch me and Seo Woojin have sex.
Right. Right. Then I, who wanted to be doted on by Master, had no choice but to yield a little.
I smiled at Sua, bright and easy, and slipped the V of my index and middle fingers between the thighs I'd folded up while I crawled onto the bed. I blinked a little greeting at the cock that had crushed my womb again and again, and spread my slick-soaked slit open for him.
"......"
"......"
Back when he was an adorable little aspiring villain, it had been hey. After he told the rest of us to eat well and live well and walked out of the villain party, it was Seo Woojin. After he started blackmailing me with photos, bastard. Now, it was Teacher. I pulled out one of the titles that showed up constantly in the manga I loved, and I looked up at him with a grin as his shadow began to fall across my body. Earlier he'd asked why the sudden polite speech and then let it drop, so he must have taken a liking to it. Of course he had. When a girl whispers Teacher to a man, it feels like he brought a single student in, laid her down, and started fucking her.
Imagining which word might come before student... well, that was a man's freedom.
Ah, but of course, the only word that comes to my mind is "academy student." Korean like "high school student" is much too difficult. I haven't studied it yet.
"...If you've got the energy to say weird things, spread your legs properly."
"Why? If I keep them folded like this, am I squeezed so tight you can't even get in?"
"Y-Yojora..."
"I don't particularly mind. It's not like it won't go in just because of the position. ...You're the one who'll have a hard time taking it."
"...I don't particularly mind either. I like positions that are hard on me. ...An ekiben, say. Or a mating press."
"Eki...? M-mating...?"
Polite speech felt terribly awkward when I usually called him whatever I pleased. But I'd image-trained it so thoroughly that the honorifics poured out smooth as water, and those words reached him right at the precarious edge.
...Hah.
Seo Woojin let out a sigh that meant nothing I could read, and in the end he gathered my legs and tipped them to one side.
"......"
Then he took the space above me, covering me, caught both my wrists as if to bind me, and pinned them to the bed. The muscle near his collarbone flexed.
"Chup... mmph..."
My tongue had to reek of alcohol, and his—just as drunk—slowly wound itself around mine.
"...Pfft... you're really bad at kissing, you know.... Want me to teach you a little? It isn't like shoving your cock in. You don't get anywhere just mashing tongues together however you—"
"......"
"Hik—"
His cock, glossy with Sua-chan's spit, pressed at the narrow hole that was soaked in nothing but vulgar slick, stabbing in with the clear intent to cram every inch inside. Sua-chan was lying right beside us, rubbing between her own thighs, convinced we wouldn't notice—and he didn't care in the slightest.
I had been trying to shake off a shame so thick I could barely breathe by talking and talking, and he kept going until I fisted the sheet, until my body shook, until the sounds coming out of me were a bitch in heat.
Heh. Heh.
A long, crushing push—
and Master's monstrous cock pierced my small body and began to flatten my womb.
For real.
With the force to break me.